Chapter 4

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She stared at her daughter's body. Her daughter was dead... just like her husband.


She missed him. George. He was handsome and kind. He had been a great king, but more importantly, he'd been a great father to Elizabeth and Margaret.


When he died, she was devastated for weeks. Then she was angry. It was so fucking unfair. Her loving husband had died. Her daughter was made to be queen and hardly had any time to herself. To grieve like a normal fucking human being.


She missed her husband evey day. But of course, she wasn't allowed to show her emotions. Because it was against the stupid, fucking protocol.


And now, her daughter, her pride and joy, was dead. Dead because her duties had overwhelmed her. Eliza hated it. Her daughter should outlive her by a least 20 years.


But now she was dead and Eliza would never see her again. It hurt so much, she wished it wasn't real.


But it was, and she was never more angry at the world than she was now. Her mother was dead, her father died, she was widowed at age 50 and now, at 79, her daughter is dead. Her beloved daughter, her pride, her first child, her child died before her. She already went through the worst pain a wife could go through with the death of her darling husband. And now, she was going through the worst pain a mother could go through. The death of a child, even if said child was 55, was absolutely heartbreaking.


And Phillip... oh she couldn't imagine how devastated her son-in-law was. They had been married for almost 34 years, she couldn't imagine how broken he was inside.


This world is awful. All the good people die tragically and young. My husband. My daughter.


At least her granddaughter-in-law, Diana seemed sweet. Sometimes too sweet. The young princess was so sweet, that she could probably befriend a dam crocodile. But if Diana was that sweet, she'd probably die young.


No. She would make sure Diana was protected, at all times. Diana wouldn't die young. She'd live a long and healthy life, full of love with her husband.


No one would die young again under her watch. Not if she could help it. 

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